~Bailey’s Point of View~I had been texting my mom on and off all weekend, making sure she knew I wasn’t dead. She was thrilled that I’d met a guy but of course she thought it was way too soon to be spending the weekend with him. She knew I wasn’t a virgin, I didn’t keep much from her. She only cared that I was absolutely practicing safe sex and that’s why she got me on the pill as soon as I even started having an interest in boys. She didn’t want me to end up a pregnant teenager like she had been. I showed Trey a couple photos of the two of us, one of my favorites was from Christmas a couple years ago. We were eating at a semi-decent restaurant but it was a buffet. We pretty much stayed there all day and stuffed ourselves until we couldn’t move. We didn’t get each other gifts that year, just the gift of going out to a nice place and enjoying each other’s company. I didn’t exactly tell Trey that part.As Sunday began to wind down, I knew that going home soon and facing my reality was

~Bailey’s Point of View~ I had an hour left until I could safely get the hell out of here. If I tried to leave before six usually someone had a problem with it. Most nights I was here until seven or eight. But today there wasn’t a whole lot going on and I was so caught up on my work I already had everything ready for Nadine in the morning. She never gave me the courtesy of returning the favor but I won’t go there. The elevator opened and someone stepped off holding a giant box of roses. I practically leapt to my feet, knowing right away those were for me. I just knew it. There were no other women on this floor and nobody would send a man flowers. “Bailey Kline,” the delivery guy said. I nodded, absentmindedly and accepted the box. I could already smell them, and the clear cover over the top showed how pristine and perfect they looked. When I took them in my arms and tilted it toward me, I saw there were some California poppies in there too and I laughed. I scurried to my desk and s

~Bailey’s Point of View~ Trey ended up pulling some sneaky shit and paying for our condo anyhow. But mom was adamant he not pay for the homeowners insurance or the HOA fees. I was shocked to find out the HOA fee was half of what we were used to paying in rent but this is LA so I shouldn’t be too surprised. I wasn’t sure how people could afford both that and a mortgage. After some paperwork was signed Clay took us around, showing us the gym and pool. There was also a play area for kids. What I was mostly happy to see was the twenty-four hour security. I don’t know why now that we had half a million dollars sitting pretty in our bank account it didn’t bother me that Trey bought our place. I snuck a peek and he’d paid about $435k for it. His name didn’t go on the deed, just mine and mom’s. Maybe it was knowing I could have bought it now if I wanted to. But really, I wanted mom to have that money to play with. Trey mentioned a spa day and suddenly it was all she could talk about, bathin

~Bailey’s Point of View~ I threw myself into the back of my mom’s car as she gave me a strange look. “Am I driving Miss Daisy,” she asked, as she shook her head. “No time for semantics, it’s already 11,” I said, trying to tame my hair. I had done it in big waves and made it look decent but with the wind and the sweating that happened from rushing around it was ruined. After the orthodontist we ran a few errands, including buying me a decent suitcase since I couldn’t exactly get on a private freaking jet with Feisty using an old beat up backpack. Plus mom and I had gone a little nuts shopping this weekend, and I had a ton of cute new stuff. I barely had time to get the tags off of everything as I packed. Now I had no excuse for dressing like a hobo, and I certainly didn’t want to make Trey look bad. Not when the public was accustomed to seeing his face next to Halsey Ulmer of all people. I had to wonder when their divorce would actually hit the gossip mags. I mean so far it was

~Bailey’s Point of View~ As if I needed more of a reason to fall hard for Trey, his family … his friends … hell Feisty as a whole, they were all just amazing. So laid back, easy going but brutally honest. Pretty much like how mom and I were when it was just the two of us. I regretted not having her come but I knew it was for the best. They didn’t flaunt their money, but it was in full view. Nobody was sitting around talking about designer brands or the luxury cars they had. The conversations were real, normal. But all that stuff was certainly around and there. Corey had a watch that looked pretty damn expensive. Hell all of his tats had to be tens of thousands. I saw him up close when we were swimming and he was just covered, like Travis Barker only his stopped at his neck. I could never understand for the life of me why anyone got tattoos on their face. He also had his nipples pierced which was hard not to stare at. Slade had a silver chain around his neck and he played with it